Woken by Deb with Good news bad news and for the life of me can’t remember what the good news was. Bad news???? That’s easy The Global payments redundancies are once more engaged and Deb and fellow appeal winners were advised today that once more they are going to have their employment terminated come Xmas. The sort of Good news (not THE Good News which I’ve still forgotten) is that by next week there will only be Deb and 3 others left on the team and as staff members threatened with redundancy they have first dibbs at any vacancies that come up elsewhere in the business. Either way this news didn’t swat her on the two decisions it appears she’s made for us (yes feel the sarcasm) regarding 1) The Allotment … it’s still going 2) Going to Florida next Summer … we’re still going … either out of income or funded out of redundancy because she’s desperate to have one last big foreign holiday before Nat reaches the age where he doesn’t want to come but would rather hang with his mates.
So I’m glad I got to have lots of input into those two decisions and now people will understand my general apathy as what’s the point of giving input if the decisions already made??? Life’s short enough as it is so why waste any more time involving your self in an exercise in futility???
Seems I was somewhat unobservant this am Two items of post, one a letter, labelled Orange, I so thought it was the new SIM, and one not. Opened what I though was the SIM only to discover that it was a letter from Orange Orange ID
This morning, before I went to bed, Nat promised solemnly to do the first of his holiday homework before he went out to Jacob’s house. He wasn’t back when I got up but it didn’t appear he had done it so there’s another empty promise. I tried telling Deb years ago that if we didn’t MAKE them do some things then they would never ever learn to make themselves do them. It would seem that the chickens are now coming home to roost. Nat knows he can get away with making promises he had not intention of keeping because there are never any consequences for failure to do so. The blog issue a few years ago (I wanted hem to write 200 words every day in order to become keyboard literate and unafraid of writing … this was reduced and reduced eventually to 50 words a day which he never did … 2 years thrown away never to be recovered … EVER) is a perfect example and proves that there’s absolutely no point in my pushing the issue because the more I do the more Deb will resist (even when she knows I’m right she’ll still dig in her heels out of sheer bloody mindedness and some strange desire to do the opposite to anything I suggest no matter what it might be … Look at the Bill Bryson Book “A Short History of Everything”. I’m intrigued to see how she will turn this into my fault when it really comes to a head and bites her in the arse but rest assured somehow it will be … IT ALWAYS IS!!! You think she was the one that had spent her life trying to make up for the damage the dyspraxia caused me but funnily enough it was me and I do know what the fuck I’m talking about.
Added to this Hannah again had to try and be the centre of attention whilst we were eating and ended up clinging to Deb despite repeated requests to stop because she was hurting her. Needless to say, when I tried to explain to her that she couldn’t just climb all over people and to please stop constantly trying to hog the limelight she responded with the usual tears and took no notice whatsoever.
Oh, finally got to watch the first episode of series three of Sons of Anarchy this morning, missed but the last two of series two this time because Nat watched them all while I was in bed, and it was pretty damned good. I’m looking forward to seeing the rest of the series.
Tonight was another perfect example of being kept out of the loop; when I got to work this evening I logged on, at our normal bank, and was ready to take calls when a few of the team appeared and asked me why I was sat there when, apparently, we were told this morning that we would be moving desks this evening … I can definitely confirm the following … no fucker bothered to tell me!!!
It’s now 03.46 and I’ve been sat at this desk since 20:00 last night and so far haven’t moved or even been to the loo. In another 16 minutes that will mean I’ve sat here unrelieved for a whole 8 hours … I think that must be a record and I’ve been drinking coffee and eating curry. Feeling a vague urge to pee but no more than that and that’s exacerbated because I’m writing about my situation. Therefore it might be a good idea to change the subject and see was toss I can write in order to crack the thousand word barrier tonight. Gosh it looks as if I’, only twenty-five or so words short of target already so no need to waffle tonight is there? Oh Maybe There Is!
